You're a sub-middle class Mexican with 2353 brothers and 2 sisters. Your other 589 sisters left because you smelly sweat backs kept molesting her. -blam!-ing soccer loving pigs. Where's your father? Serving a life sentence for stealing cigarettes and salsa at the nearby K-mart and murdering someone for trying to stop him......all for cigarettes. -blam!-ing oily bastard. Your mother leaves a trail of blood in her fatass wake because of her wide flow vagina. Literally, that thing looks like a deflated hot air balloon. She leaves rivers of blood wherever she walks. Let's not forget her octo chin and her love handles. Your life savings went into putting hydraulics in your rusty, beat to shit farmer truck. Farmer. Heh, ironic I use that word since you farm all day in the sun for 33 cents a day. The other money for the truck came from scouring the streets and collecting recyclables. -blam!-ing caramel skinned piece of shit. Why don't you pull the pistol from your pants (which are sagging as low as the back of your knees, gripping your knee high socks which are covered by your 6XL shirt) and blow your brains out. Just make sure you do this in your trailer/ shack/ shed/ cave/ wherever the -blam!- you live so that your fat miserable corpse can be feasted on by your starving family while your father who somehow got parole for sucking off the warden beats them. . . lol jk bro